Mr. Tycoon Is Actually the Father of My Child!
Chapter 353 Finally Became His Woman

Chapter 353: Chapter 353 Finally Became His Woman

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Watching Lu Jun unbutton his shirt completely and approach her, Lin Qian’s face was filled with panic and helplessness.

"Don’t come near me! Lu Jun, let me say it again, Yin Moran will be here any moment. You dare..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Lu Jun had already pushed her to the ground.

The cold floor pressed against her drenched body, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

She tried to run, but was restrained by the other two men.

"Let me go, Lu Jun, let me go...mmm mmm!"

Lin Qian screamed desperately, but Lu Jun covered her mouth with his hand in an instant.

"So noisy!"

Lu Jun sneered coldly, his eyes flickering as he stared at Lin Qian’s ivory-white skin revealed in her struggle.

At this moment, her soaked clothing clung tightly to her delicate figure, accentuating her alluring curves in a way that tempted depravity.

Lu Jun swallowed hard and reached out to touch Lin Qian’s body.

Just then, the sound of a plane’s engine roared from above.

Strong winds swept in, kicking up clouds of dust.

Lu Jun froze, and the men on the ground squinted as they looked up into the sky.

They saw an iron ladder slowly descending from the plane, and someone swiftly climbing down it.

Lin Qian gasped heavily, her almond-shaped eyes fixed on the man nearing the ground.

The man, dressed entirely in black, leapt gracefully from the ladder to the ground.

That agile figure, that upright stance — who else could it be but Yin Moran.

He’s here!

Yin Moran has finally arrived!

Lin Qian was overjoyed and shouted loudly over the plane’s engine noise, "Moran!"

Yin Moran?

The two men on either side of her were startled and instinctively released their grip on Lin Qian, stepping backward.

"Boss, it’s... it’s Yin Moran!"

Their eyes flickered nervously as they tugged at Lu Jun.

Lu Jun stared fixedly at Yin Moran, who was striding towards them with purpose, his eyes filled with frustration.

Weren’t they supposed to have broken up?

This Lin Qian... her charms really are extraordinary!

"Let’s go!"

Lu Jun dared not linger, swiftly leading the two men away.

Lin Qian struggled to her feet, watching the man running towards her with large strides. She cried as she threw herself into his arms.

"Moran, why did you take so long? I was so scared!"

The woman’s body was wet, her small frame trembling in his embrace.

Yin Moran’s eyes were full of tenderness as he removed his jacket, draping it over her shoulders. Holding her tightly, he comforted her softly: "I’m sorry I was late. Don’t be afraid; I’ll take you home."

When he discovered Lin Qian was at Lu Jun’s old hometown, he had Nangong Li prepare a private plane for him.

Because the village was far from the city, he feared for her safety.

He couldn’t wait!

Lu Jun dared to lay a hand on his woman. He would never let him go!

"Moran, I feel terrible!"

With the danger behind her, Lin Qian caught the unique scent of the man’s body, her demeanor gradually relaxing.

A surging heat rose within her again, making her instinctively cling to Yin Moran’s waist, rubbing against him helplessly.

Yin Moran froze, only now realizing her temperature was unusually high.

"Qianqian, you..."

Damn Lu Jun — did he drug her?

"Moran, you feel so good. I feel terrible, it’s unbearable!"

At this moment, Lin Qian’s tense nerves suddenly loosened. Her fair face flushed deeply due to the heat, her beautiful almond eyes hazy with longing.

She gazed at the man’s attractive thin lips, swallowed hard, and impulsively kissed him.

Her lips felt warm against his, and the woman sighed in satisfaction, her delicate hands wandering randomly over him like the paws of a mischievous cat.

Yin Moran’s breath hitched, his dark eyes becoming unfathomably deep in the night.

He avoided her kisses, pinned down her restless hands, and spoke in a low, gravelly voice tinged with sultry restraint: "Qianqian, hold on a little longer. I’ll take you back."

"No, I can’t hold on anymore!"

Lin Qian’s tear-filled eyes glistened, her voice trembling with urgency and frustration.

Clinging tightly to Yin Moran’s body, she pleaded, "Moran, I feel horrible. Help me, please?"

The woman’s pitiful, tender voice carried an unintentional allure.

Her disheveled state made the desire to punish her even stronger.

Yin Moran was a man, and being relentlessly teased by the woman he loved, his self-control crumbled instantly.

He kissed her hair and held her tightly, walking toward the still-hovering plane above.

"Qianqian, let’s get on the plane."

This was the woman he loved. If she asked for his help, how could he refuse?

Onboard the plane, Nangong Li was acting as the pilot, watching Yin Moran bring the delirious Lin Qian aboard. His attractive brow twitched slightly.

"Old Yin, did something happen to Lin?"

"Focus on flying. Put your headphones on and turn up the music!"

Yin Moran’s gaze was intensely dark. Gripping Lin Qian’s unruly hands tightly, he cradled her and headed toward the plane’s rear cabin.

Nangong Li: "..."

No way!

Is Old Yin about to... finally let loose?

And in the plane, no less?

Why does he feel so excited?!

"Hey, Old Yin..."

"Shut up!"

Yin Moran growled as he took Lin Qian to a door leading to a private resting area onboard.

Opening the door, it revealed a clean and tidy sleeping space.

"Moran, I feel horrible!"

Lin Qian whimpered softly, her hands restlessly wandering over Yin Moran’s body.

Yin Moran felt his blood boil under her teasing touch.

Before he could place her on the bed, Lin Qian grabbed his shirt collar and leaned backward, causing them both to tumble onto the soft bedding.

"Qianqian!"

Yin Moran’s breathing grew uneven. He stabilized himself with his hands on either side of her, gazing intently into the hazy mist of her almond-shaped eyes. His throat bobbed sensually.

"Look at me clearly. Who am I?"

He didn’t want her to regret this.

He didn’t want her to think he was taking advantage of her.

Even though... that’s exactly what he wanted to do!

"You’re Moran! Moran, I feel terrible!"

Lin Qian felt as though her body would explode.

At that moment, she threw caution to the wind. All she wanted was to hold the person she longed for most and have him quench her need.

"Qianqian, are you sure you want me to help you? You won’t regret it?"

Yin Moran patiently stroked her soft black hair, pressing gentle kisses over and over to her smooth forehead, almond-shaped eyes, and small nose...

These gentle touches carried deliberate intent, making her, like a thirsting fish, even more frantic.

"Moran, I’m sure. I won’t regret it! Moran, help me!"

Lin Qian clutched his clothing tightly, pulling him toward her as her jade-like hands drifted irresistibly to his already unbuttoned chest.

Yin Moran’s pitch-black eyes flashed with a trace of mirth.

His large hands gripped her waist firmly, his voice magnetic and tinged with delight.

"Qianqian, I’m so happy!"

He was happy that, in her most dangerous moment, she thought of him.

He was happy that, in her most vulnerable state, she sought solace in him.

She had finally become his woman!